tonight the sockshund is accompanying joe and me to arizona, where he'll be tasked with supervising our impossibly wee nephew, quentin. i'm calling early dibs on being the auntie who makes reasonably symmetrical companions out of socks, and on being the referent when quentin's class reads lord of the flies and they all start saying "sucks to your auntie!" - i mean, i hope they do that. i still do.